Home Is Where the Sty Is - Poisonblack

A pig sweat-dripping

Scratching his balls a male

Since day one the lowest self-esteem, bound to fail

Not a single word

Small talk is done with a fist

Suicidal

Heirloom shotguns and opened wrists

Talks like a stroke in slow motion

Feeling fine, not a day over dead

Drop-dead-ugly, f*cked up abortion

Shits while eats, same inside head

This is what northern men are made of

This how northern men are made

Hey honey, don’t care what’s your name is

Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I’m your man

Hey honey, flowers belong on graves

I’ll drag you down in the shades of shame

Nevertheless I’m your man

Yes I am!

A true self-loather

Head stuck tight in the noose

When given bottle

Sings his rueful blues through the booze

And them women

Anything goes of course

A masturbator

Yet a long-time fan of intercourse

Agora-xeno-homophobic

An ignorant redneck to the bone

Home is where the vacant sty is

With balls erected the seeds are sown

This is what northern men are made of

This how northern men are made

Hey honey, don’t care what’s your name is

Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I’m your man

Hey honey, flowers belong on graves

I’ll drag you down in the shades of shame

Nevertheless I’m your man

Yes I am!

Hey honey, don’t care what’s your name is

Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I’m your man

Hey honey, flowers belong on graves

I’ll drag you down in the shades of shame

Nevertheless I’m your man

Yes I am!